This post is dedicated to my homie Humaira 🙆🏻 she threatened to hold a gun against my head to make me post, and she kind of knows where I live so I had to oblige…
Also coz I was shit scared for my life 😂 she’s a violent one 😛 Happy Birthday Humi 💖 thanks for forcing some inspiration 😂
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‘Subhanallahi wa bihamdihi, Subhanallahil azeem, Subhanallahi wa bihamdihi, subhanallahil azeem…‘
I continued the zikr on my fingers as I sat on the couch, waiting for Ayaaz to return from work.
The messenger of Allah mentioned that these two statements are light on the tongue, but heavy on the scales, and he who recites Subhanallahi wa bihamdihi 100 times a day will have his sins removed, even if they are as much as the foam of the sea.
And that’s exactly what we need, the removal of our sins.
A few weeks have passed since the day Ayaaz and I accepted our sins, and we haven’t turned back in the decision of trying to repent.
It’s not too late… It’s never too late, because when you take one step towards Allah, he takes ten steps towards you, and when you walk towards Him, He runs towards you.
Every day is filled with regret and remorse of our sins, but we repent within each salaah and more. These small acts of ibaadat is a means of earning closeness and forgiveness from our lord.
Ayaaz walked in amidst my thoughts and I eagerly hugged him close to me, telling him how much I missed him. Being on holiday had me feeling a bit lonely during the day, and I was so glad that Ayaaz is on leave for the next few days. After all, the December holiday vibes were kicking in, and it was even more exciting considering our upcoming trip to Durban for a few days by the beach, as well as Moe’s proposal.
‘How was your day, love?’ I asked Ayaaz as we settled down to eat a firm favorite at the supper table.
‘It was okay, just finished up the last few things I had to do. At least I’ll get a break and I’ll get to spend some time with you over the next few days.’ Ayaaz said with a smile as he dished up a serving of khurrie kitchri with all the sides.
‘I’m so excited for a holiday!’ I beamed, plating my own food in my plate.
‘Mmmmm!’ Ayaaz hummed greedily as he took his first bite. Khurrie kitchri was one of our absolute favourites, and as I watched Ayaaz, I couldn’t be more glad that Sumz’ mum taught me how to perfect the dish before I got married.
I smiled at Ayaaz, wiping a grain of rice off the corner of his lip as he carried on eating.
‘Thank you, babes.’ He winked and smiled, and I nodded just as my cheeks tinged pink ever so slightly. Yeah, he still has that effect on me.
‘Not just for this,’ Ayaaz said as he held my finger that nabbed the rice, ‘but for this amazing food. I’m glad to have a wifey that can cook this well.’ He teased with a wink, kissing the tips of my fingers that he wouldn’t let go of.
‘You’re welcome,’ I said with a smile. ‘I love feeding you, especially your favourites.’
‘I wonder who came up with khurrie kitchri anyway…’ Ayaaz said, and we went silent as the thought hung in the air.
‘I googled the origin of khurrie kitchri once…’ I said shamelessly. ‘Didn’t get an answer though.’ I laughed and Ayaaz laughed too, but more because I actually googled that.
‘What amazes me is how everything just goes with khurrie kitchri. I mean, we eat it with so many sides and it all just goes together.’ Ayaaz said.
I nodded in agreement, looking down at the sides on our table. Chicken, potato fry, crispy fried egg plants (aka brinjol), and spicy butternut.
‘I’ve seen so many people eat it with so many other sides though, like fish chutney, okra (aka bhindi), and spinach… The list is endless!’ I said to Ayaaz as we continued eating.
‘The only thing missing is to put it all on a huge pizza with cheese and eat it up!’ Ayaaz said with a laugh.
‘Errrr khurrie kitchri pizza?’ I said with a gulp. ‘That’s actually a thing now.’
Ayaaz’s eyes grew wide as he stopped his next mouthful mid air. ‘What??’
I nodded before giggling at his reaction.
‘Why would you eat rice on a pizza?’ He asked as if I knew the answer.
‘My thoughts exactly!’ I said with a laugh before showing him the post I saw about it on Instagram.
‘That sounds and looks gross!’ He exclaimed.
‘Yeah, melted cheese over curry sounds terrible!’ I said and we both burst out laughing, vowing to never eat khurrie kitchri on a pizza…
Even if the whole world was doing it.
I flung my phone across the bed in frustration, sighing heavily as I leaned against the headboard.
‘Why so much anger on your site-to-site-inter telecommunication-mobile-handheld-data-capable-touchscreen-multifunctional-device, love?’ Ayaaz said casually as he walked in with a smirk on his lips.
Yeah, this is what I have to deal with because I married a nerdy IT dude.
I looked at nerdy Ayaaz that peeked out and stared at him, horrified at what the hell he just said.
He seemed amused as his smirk grew larger, a sparkle of naughtiness in his eyes. Wiping the fresh water droplets off his bare chest as he sat beside me, he chuckled before clearing my confusion.
‘Your cellphone, love. Why so much anger on your cellphone?’ He said with a smirk turned smile.
I let out another sigh before expressing my exasperation.
‘I’m waiting for my results. It was supposed to be out like two days ago and there’s still nothing!’ I complained.
Stretching his palm out towards me, Ayaaz gripped my hand when I placed it in his and tugged me towards him. Wrapping my arms around his neck and settling into his lap, he softly kissed my lips as his hands encircled my waist.
‘Have sabr, love… Patience… It will get released when they ready. Besides, you don’t have to stress, I’m sure you done perfectly well.’ Ayaaz said with a smile, love shining through his eyes as he tightened his hold on me.
‘Thank you, babes.’ I said, gliding my fingers through his wet hair.
‘Now give me some sugar…’ Ayaaz teased with a smile.
I smiled back at him, my cheeks turning pink, before I leaned in towards him. Ayaaz’s smile grew with our lips just a breadth away before the sound of an incoming email on my phone had me springing away from him.
‘OMG, an email, an email!’ I jumped off his lap and leaped towards my abandoned cellphone, scanning the screen for the much awaited email.
My campus registrar’s name shone brightly and I eagerly opened up the email, ignoring the small huff of annoyance coming from my now abandoned husband.
Downloading the attachment, my anxiousness grew greatly before I finally opened it…
‘Yes, yes, omg, yes!’ I screamed, hopping up on both legs, doing a happy dance in the process.
Ayaaz turned to look at me being crazy, and I eagerly jumped back into his lap, hugging him close.
‘I passed with 4 distinctions!’ I said excitedly while a grumpy Ayaaz held me from falling without any reaction. ‘Ayaaz? Aren’t you happy for me?’ I screamed, too happy to fake being annoyed at him.
‘Yes, I am… But I want my sugar first.’ He huffed.
Smiling at his childishness, I pulled him close, kissing him on the lips before finally breaking away, coming into view of his wide smile.
‘Much better!’ He said before standing up with me, twirling me in his arms and we swirled around the room.
‘Congratulations!’ He whispered against my ear, out of breath, once he stopped twirling me. He eagerly kissed me again before whispering against my lips, ‘I’m so proud of you!’
‘Thank you…’ I said with a blush.
‘When you got your results, you did forget to say one thing though, love.’ Ayaaz said with a frown, almost sternly.
My eyes widened as I caught on. ‘Sorry, old habits die hard.’ I said sheepishly before saying the words I should have mentioned first…
‘Alhamdulillah for the results that I achieved.’
Ayaaz returned from fajr salaah at the Houghton masjid just as I folded my own prayer mat after making istighfaar.
Ayaaz reminded me a few days ago that the Messenger of Allah was one to seek forgiveness from Allah over by reciting astaggfirullah at least 100 times in a day. If the prophet was so free of sin and he repented repeatedly, what makes us think that we can repent on one night and be forgiven?
So the habit of istighfaar began too as we walked on the road to redemption. We were still sinners, just like everyone else, all sinning in different ways, but we tried one day at a time, striving towards pleasing our Lord.
Completing the zikr on my fingers, I headed out onto the balcony towards Ayaaz. We settled on a chair a few moments later, enjoying the sunrise that kissed our skin as the weather of December swayed passed us.
‘Reez?’ Ayaaz called, breaking the comfortable silence around us as I leaned on his chest.
‘What do you want to do now that you’re graduating?’ Ayaaz asked.
The words flew past me at first when I realised that I’m graduating… I’m actually graduating! I couldn’t believe how the 2 years at campus flew by, and I was practically qualified. The feeling was surreal.
‘Where are you lost, love?’ Ayaaz said, snapping me out of my thoughts.
‘Sorry,’ I said sheepishly. ‘I just can’t believe I’m actually graduating!’
‘It’s a great feeling and you should be very proud of your achievement.’ Ayaaz said and we both smiled in agreement. ‘So, back to my question…’
‘I was thinking of applying for some jobs or internships next year, after all the holidays, if that’s okay?’ I said, asking him for assurance.
‘Yeah, I think that would be okay if that’s what you want to do. As long as you work in an environment that doesn’t make you question your imaan, I’m okay with it. If you want to stay at home then I wouldn’t mind that too, love.’ Ayaaz said with a smile and my heart swelled with love for him.
There are girls out there who wish they could stay at home, but are forced to work and provide by lazy or greedy husbands. And there are girls out there who wish they could work for a little freedom for themselves, but they are forced to stay at home and “see to the kids.”
Ayaaz’s words just made me love him more as I realised yet again what a gem I have for a husband. He gave me the choice to do as I please and to work if I wish to, within limits, and I couldn’t be more grateful.
‘Thank you!’ I said to him, giving him a kiss on the cheek. ‘I do plan to apply next year and work, and hopefully something suitable will come up, inshallah.’
‘Ameen.’ He said with a smile. ‘That sounds like a plan.’
But we plan and Allah plans, and Allah is the best of planners…
Aaaaannd that’s another post from dear Author S! 😄
Hope you all enjoyed it! It feels good to be back in the blogging world after a long break, and I hope you guys missed me even a quarter of how much you missed your Nutella when it got finished. 😛
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Until next time…
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